Hey, teacher, leave them kids alone

[strikefirster]

Who: Johnny, Daniel, Ortus, Gideon Nav's Exquisite Corpse, Paul, Kaworu, Deku, Harrow, Maybe more?
What: Kidnapping, Forced Adoption, Getting these kids away from the Emperor
When: Shortly after boatgate
Where: The Bone House and Cobra Kai

Content Warnings: Probably references to Murder, Manipulation, Johnny Lawrence.

Prompts and Mingle will be in the comments.

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[wannasmash]

"That fear of losing someone is... what happened to me. When we were separated." His voice is tight.

He presses him close to embrace his shaking and tucks Kaworu's head into the safe space against the pulse of his neck. Sometimes the mind follows the settling of the body. He lets the slow swells of his own chest show him how. (The rapid beating of his own heart gives him away, but it is strong.) He flattens his palm on Kaworu's back and moves it in circles. Normally shy about who sees him being close with someone, he doesn't care if anyone walks in now. This is too important.

"You can still be so much. And you came back. It was your choice. I'm going to help you, okay? I'm going to help you make things better. I know what you did. I'm not ignoring that. But the worse things are, all the more reason to take your hand."

[peripheries]

"I love you." Kaworu says, softly, but with a resolve that betrays a certain ferocity. As if he dares the world to deny it or refuse his truth. Buried in Izuku's gentle rhythm, he thinks of how he would play that voice message over and over again, curled up in a quiet house that no longer wanted him and that he no longer wanted in return. A place he'd been resigned to.

All he'd wanted to do was reply and beg Izuku to find him and save him from his own maelstrom of confusion and pain. Yet, he'd refrained. Afraid that there would be no hand offered to him. Or perhaps even more afraid that it would be withdrawn at the sight of him.

"I don't know if I a deserve your hand in mine but I'll never let it go again."

[wannasmash]

"I love you too." He buries his face in his hair, and it brings relief like a silver stream smoothing over jagged rocks. He fits the thin curve of Kaworu's body against his and holds him like a storm will blow into the room and sweep him away in its waves.

"I'll be here. I've got you."

So close to what caused all this sorrow, he can feel a small shiver run through him though he's safe and holding someone close. He remembers the sounds of killing, whisper of knife against flesh, spatter and smell of blood, and Kaworu's voice only raising protest about Mariana. He knows what this chill is. It's the same tremble in his eyes he tamped down and hid from his mom the last time he left her.

He also knows it will pass, because this time he does not tamp it down but gives it the chance to heal like a lanced boil.

"If we all got what we deserved... Well, I'd be punished too. Can't think about people like that, or it would never end."